"…Stop Yuantiansi's mission?"

Aivas suddenly understood.

It can prevent Yuantiansi from coming - this level of power cannot be without a price.

Even those good masters who have reached the sixth level have already realized death... Otherwise, there would be no few good masters who have come here. Good masters who are willing to participate in the battle against Yuantiansi, no matter how greedy, absurd and tyrannical they are, at least there is no shortage of determination and courage to fight against God.

And in this case...

A dream monk at the fifth level stood up and claimed that he could help solve this problem.

"yes."

Speaking of this, Protino smiled.

That is not a bitter smile, but it is not very happy. It is like a cup of tea, light but full of lingering taste.

"According to the records of Akasha," Protino said the top secret knowledge and information without hesitation. "The essence of Yuantiansi is transformed by the reincarnation Tiansi's body. It is quite similar to the essence of Lingpo Tiansi... In other words, although He seems to be a sea monster, he is actually a kind of undead.

"Since it's the undead, it also has the common shortcomings of the undead - fearing the purification of the power of the sun."

——Akasha Record.

That is the brain knowledge base shared by the Dream Monk and the Dream Walker apprentices who do not have the "professional title".

In other words, this is the fragment of knowledge that a dream monk once picked up from the dream world.

Normally, the Dream Monk does not like to tell others about his knowledge.

On the one hand, it is because their knowledge is hard-won, and the recording and preservation of these precious lost knowledge requires a large extent to risk life, and it is unreasonable to hand it over to others for no reason; on the other hand, it is because they are actually not sure whether the knowledge is correct or not.

Although they can pick up fragments of truth, a sentence is true, but does not mean that the truth it records is complete and correct. Sometimes, in a period of history, only one aspect is determined, the memory of a person who experiences it, may not necessarily determine the truth.

Obtaining the truth out of context will make it easier for them to deny more possibilities...

But the Dream Monk himself is fine.

Because they can get recently updated information at any time, new fragments of truth have been discovered in a certain field. With the latest progress, they can also correct their cognition in a timely manner.

But if they tell others these things and then cannot find the other party to inform them in time when refuting the rumors, it is very likely that the wrong knowledge "it was told by the Dream Monk" will be regarded as the truth and strictly passed down.

And now that he dares to say it, it means that the authenticity of this history has been completely confirmed.

"I have the blessings of Xitiansi sealed myself, and I carry the rational fragments of Xitiansi with me. When fighting, I can take away Yuantiansi's consciousness and let him fight against Xitiansi in my consciousness."

Protino said slowly, "In this way, the high gods can be reduced to 'beasts' - although the empty and soulless body will go crazy, but without fighting wisdom, some ritual methods against the dead will be more likely to work; and He cannot use the most terrifying things that can erase people instantly, stop or return time, turn mortals into twisted monsters, and let the gods outside the world come. I have already mentioned this to the good Lord here, and he is already preparing for a large ritual.

"Although Xitiansi's rationality is just an incomplete fragment and cannot directly defeat Yuantiansi's soul. But the sun itself has the ability to restrain the undead... Therefore, relying on me alone can trap him for a long time."

“…what is the price, Protino?”

Aivas said seriously.

——Although he already knew the answer when he asked this question.

"The price is just my death... Of course, if you are lucky, you probably don't have to die. You will only be shocked by the battle between the two gods in my mind."

Protino smiled and said relaxedly: "At that time, His Majesty the Pope remember to help me see if I can cure me who has become an idiot."

At this time, the old Ibn, who had been silent next to him, suddenly spoke and asked seriously: "Is it the monarch of Horus who forced you?"

"No, who can force me? I am Amon's high priest, and even the Pharaoh can't force me."

Protino said frankly: "I voluntarily. Because something went wrong here..."

He said, pointing to his brain.

“What’s the problem?”

As Avas asked, he had already walked over, pressed his hand on Protino's head, injected light-attribute mana into it, and used the most traditional lighting technique for examination and treatment.

But he frowned slightly.

It’s not that he encountered difficult and complicated diseases—it’s that he didn’t find out what was wrong.

"After I woke up in a 'dream,' I lost a memory. From then on, I suddenly lost the ability to dream."

Protino said helplessly: "Maybe it was influenced by the curse, or was damaged during the promotion ceremony, or it might have been exposed to some taboo knowledge... Although my soul is normal and my body cannot detect any problems, I just lost the ability to dream.

"Do you know, for a dream monk, what does that mean?"

"...... Even if it's not for the Dream Monk, but for the extraordinary, this is bad enough."

Zhu Tang murmured.

Losing the ability to dream means no possibility of participating in the promotion ceremony. You may even lose the means to restore your mana. In this world, the essence of dreaming is that consciousness penetrates into the subconscious sea of ​​the group and unconsciously contacts the shallow dream world. In this process, the mana of the extraordinary will be restored.

"Indeed," Protino said frankly, "My mana is even replenished externally through rituals, and it is no longer possible to recover naturally. In order to reserve power, I dare not use spells once. That is why the two of them will accompany me... On the one hand, it is to pick up my "Dream Walker Heart", on the other hand, it is to protect me personally and prevent me from using any mana."

"Then... are you willing to accept this fate yourself?"

But the old Ibn suddenly spoke, looked directly at Plotino, and said strange words: "It's not because of the Pharaoh's request, nor because of morality or... anything else."

He has become a little strange since Aziz's death.

"Of course," Plotino replied without hesitation, "every Horus yearns for being the sun!"

"...That way," Old Ibn stood up slowly, "Come with me. I have a gift to give to you."

"Could it be..."

Even Haina suddenly realized something.

Therefore, Old Ibn did not have any concealment.

"It's a coincidence... although I don't know that this is a coincidence of fate or the guidance of the gods..."

The old ritualist said slowly: "This house...is my past home.

"And it is obvious... neither Aziz nor the slave workers who were subsequently renovated found a place where valuable items were hidden.
Chapter completed!